Sheepdog Standing in the rain, Bullfrog Doing it again Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles What makes you think you're something special when you smile?
Child-like No one understands, Jack knife In your sweaty hands, Some kind of innocence is measured out in years You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears.
You can talk to me You can talk to me You can talk to me If you're lonely you can talk to me
Big man Walking in the park Whigwam Frightened of the dark Some kind of solitude is measured out in you You think you know me but you haven't got a clue
You can talk to me You can talk to me You can talk to me If you're lonely you can talk to me
I was reading RObert Indiana's review of Linklater's Scanner Darkly, and he was writing about how all the actors are stars - so that's different than if you had no-names.
I prefer no-names becausse then its more about me, and what I think, than the identity of the star - the brand.
Im not into the Yoko-Lennon brand, but what if this painting was of two people who you didn't know?
It would be a run of the mill surrealism - you see that a lot - put an animal head on a body. Give it lobster claw hands. Heat ray eyes and skulls for teeth.
Here we are talking about a specific subject, rather than a general one, and I wonder if the inversion of authority based on the media image of Yoko-lennon lovebird/dogs in heat transcends its subject matter for anyone, because I don't feel the heat, living in a river of darkness beyond the neon lights. And the volume is turned to 0.
How can you even live if you can't identify with a star? That's one of the great innovations of modern existence. Even the ancients had their archetypes.
NA: Children in your stories seem to have a sort of innocent realism or even wisdom when compared to their confused or corrupted adult counterparts. What can you say to the kids? I know you’ve said you don’t preach, but you went to hell and came back alive; was it nothing but dumb luck? » JS: What can I say? My particular gift was for self-destruction, which is its own cliché. But another youngster might want to get into oceanography. All I know is that plenty of people have survived far worse than what my white ass ever went through. And plenty of other people have two beers and drive over a cliff. Life’s not fair in any one direction.
NA: Sorry, I had to do it; the world loves its anti-heroes. But enough of that. How’s your health? » JS: No complaints. My liver has a P.O. box in Bosnia, but I feel great.
NA: So what’s next then? Any chance of “L’il Dickens” being expanded into a Broadway musical? » JS: Only if Louie Anderson wants to play Cheney.
If you ignore the portraits, about the most interesting thing is the strange, unphotographic lighting. It's not just soft or ambient lighting, it actually doesn't make sense if you try and work out how and where it's lit (unless you get into tricky, digital stuff). Which is interesting! Made me think about Bosch and 16th century frolics. But I think when your stuff gets used in Mrs Doubtfire and that, that should be cause for pause.
Photoshop plus Flickr equals everybody? I'm not saying that's a bad thing on the face of it-probably counts as a new kind of folk art. Doesn't everyone do this sort of thing on their initial foray into digital image manipulation?
You have to be careful when translating that stuff to a canvas, though. When the source is so abundant and the combinations seem endless, you can make some serious errors in judgment.
Is this airbrushed? If so, I am liking them for that alone.
Funny guy old jim. Believes art should have some entertainment value to engage with. Not bad really, gets a smile. And yeah it is airbrush. Certainly makes the salad taste a little different.
What's the meaning of these bizarrely metamorphic and sometimes painful combinations? The surreal union is most often a crippling one, entirely lacking the magical powers of mythical hybrids. Here human and animal morph into ah industrial substance whose hardness and beautiful perfection only emphasize the fragility of the creatures themselves.
Teresa Bergen paints with acrylics on recycled wood. Her specialty is painting animals, especially cats. Teresa lives in Portland, Oregon, and donates 10 percent of her art sales to House of Dreams, Portland's no-kill cat shelter. Visit her website at www.babylovecat.com/gallery. She would love to paint your cat!
Rona pondick is a good comparison--much better than brueghel or the cat lady. But arent these making the neo-hippy case? And dont the vast majority of you just hate that? I know you do. Take a long drink of Sam Durant. BURPPP. Now u feel better?
I used to love it when people like John and Yoko were the celebs du jour. I felt like someone killed my brother when they shot him. Now we got Angelina & Brad, they are OK--doing good things, not great with the wild remarks or performance art though. For that we used to have Courtney Love. She did a good job for a while.
I was there yesterday and did not think much of the show (maybe I am too jaded or something, but the painting coming out these days does is not very uplifting). Some of the works were very amateurish at this group exhibition. Jim Krewson's work was not the greatest with all the morphed imagery and Beatles throw-ins. The only one that I liked at this show was Mariene McCarty's "Anointed, Beeville, Texas". Was way too expensive for me (priced at 12 grand).
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Isn't that Rock Dreams Guy Peellaert's style?
Sheepdog
Standing in the rain,
Bullfrog
Doing it again
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think you're something special when you smile?
Child-like
No one understands,
Jack knife
In your sweaty hands,
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You don't know what it's like to listen to your fears.
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me
Big man
Walking in the park
Whigwam
Frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude is measured out in you
You think you know me but you haven't got a clue
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you're lonely you can talk to me
This painting reminds me of an old Madonna quote. "I want to be like Gandhi and Martin Luther King and John Lennon, but I want to stay alive."
I was reading RObert Indiana's review of Linklater's Scanner Darkly, and he was writing about how all the actors are stars - so that's different than if you had no-names.
I prefer no-names becausse then its more about me, and what I think, than the identity of the star - the brand.
Im not into the Yoko-Lennon brand, but what if this painting was of two people who you didn't know?
It would be a run of the mill surrealism - you see that a lot - put an animal head on a body. Give it lobster claw hands. Heat ray eyes and skulls for teeth.
Here we are talking about a specific subject, rather than a general one, and I wonder if the inversion of authority based on the media image of Yoko-lennon lovebird/dogs in heat transcends its subject matter for anyone, because I don't feel the heat, living in a river of darkness beyond the neon lights. And the volume is turned to 0.
How can you even live if you can't identify with a star? That's one of the great innovations of modern existence. Even the ancients had their archetypes.
i am a narcissist. I find it preferable to idolatry.
Different means, same end. Whatever gets u thru the nite...
NA: Children in your stories seem to have a sort of innocent realism or even wisdom when compared to their confused or corrupted adult counterparts. What can you say to the kids? I know you’ve said you don’t preach, but you went to hell and came back alive; was it nothing but dumb luck? » JS: What can I say? My particular gift was for self-destruction, which is its own cliché. But another youngster might want to get into oceanography. All I know is that plenty of people have survived far worse than what my white ass ever went through. And plenty of other people have two beers and drive over a cliff. Life’s not fair in any one direction.
NA: Sorry, I had to do it; the world loves its anti-heroes. But enough of that. How’s your health? » JS: No complaints. My liver has a P.O. box in Bosnia, but I feel great.
NA: So what’s next then? Any chance of “L’il Dickens” being expanded into a Broadway musical? » JS: Only if Louie Anderson wants to play Cheney.
If you ignore the portraits, about the most interesting thing is the strange, unphotographic lighting. It's not just soft or ambient lighting, it actually doesn't make sense if you try and work out how and where it's lit (unless you get into tricky, digital stuff).
Which is interesting!
Made me think about Bosch and 16th century frolics.
But I think when your stuff gets used in Mrs Doubtfire and that, that should be cause for pause.
is that the Imagine stone in the background brah? thats the form i pictured them to return in ;)
OG --havent you ever seen the cover of diamond Dogs?
Yeah yeah - Guy Peellaert - got it.
Photoshop plus Flickr equals everybody?
I'm not saying that's a bad thing on the face of it-probably counts as a new kind of folk art.
Doesn't everyone do this sort of thing on their initial foray into digital image manipulation?
You have to be careful when translating that stuff to a canvas, though. When the source is so abundant and the combinations seem endless, you can make some serious errors in judgment.
Is this airbrushed? If so, I am liking them for that alone.
Funny guy old jim. Believes art should have some entertainment value to engage with. Not bad really, gets a smile. And yeah it is airbrush. Certainly makes the salad taste a little different.
more Rona Pondick then Diamond Dogs for me.
What's the meaning of these bizarrely metamorphic and sometimes painful combinations? The surreal union is most often a crippling one, entirely lacking the magical powers of mythical hybrids. Here human and animal morph into ah industrial substance whose hardness and beautiful perfection only emphasize the fragility of the creatures themselves.
Teresa Bergen paints with acrylics on recycled wood.
Her specialty is painting animals, especially cats.
Teresa lives in Portland, Oregon, and donates 10 percent of her art sales to House of Dreams, Portland's no-kill cat shelter.
Visit her website at www.babylovecat.com/gallery.
She would love to paint your cat!
Rona pondick is a good comparison--much better than brueghel or the cat lady. But arent these making the neo-hippy case? And dont the vast majority of you just hate that? I know you do. Take a long drink of Sam Durant. BURPPP. Now u feel better?
I used to love it when people like John and Yoko were the celebs du jour. I felt like someone killed my brother when they shot him. Now we got Angelina & Brad, they are OK--doing good things, not great with the wild remarks or performance art though. For that we used to have Courtney Love. She did a good job for a while.
blargh. i detest.
we're allowed to do one of those once in a while?
I was there yesterday and did not think much of the show (maybe I am too jaded or something, but the painting coming out these days does is not very uplifting). Some of the works were very amateurish at this group exhibition. Jim Krewson's work was not the greatest with all the morphed imagery and Beatles throw-ins. The only one that I liked at this show was Mariene McCarty's "Anointed, Beeville, Texas". Was way too expensive for me (priced at 12 grand).
poor dead john.
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